As I ventured to the wood, I stopped to draw on dewy air; let Droplets shimmer in my hair, that Rested on my tranquil head – as In a sense of cosy bed. As I ventured to the wood, A gesturing cuckoo perched above, And then in song with cooing dove, ‘You're welcome', bade he, 'Enter please To roam our land with gentle breeze.' As I ventured to the wood, A fallow deer of limpid eye Gave care to glance at lucky I. The heavenly aura 'bout her glow had Charmed me, like a fine Bordeaux. As I ventured to the wood, A dazzling flower waved her face In blazing show of dance and chase, and Reddened bright in shade of dawn, she Flirted like a prancing fawn. As I ventured to the wood, A bu*terfly had graced my arm, And knowing I bid him no harm, he Splayed for me hypnotic wing in Colours for to urge me sing! As I ventured to the wood, The radiant sun shone down on me. He flushed and beamed ‘I say to thee, You bless your land; be filled with pride, and Cherish e'er yon countryside! '